I sat. Fingers twiddling against each other. Right knee softly bouncing up and down as I looked around the living room. Jermain was sat there as if nothing was wrong. There was a football game on the TV - I paid no attention to it. How could I?
The last day had been a blur. I didn't know what I wanted my response to be when Sammy asked if Jermain's friends could come over. I didn't know if things were going too far. Didn't know if I wanted to stop, or if I could make it stop. All I knew is that my voice was suddenly stammering:
"Y-y-yes of course." Was it a foolish response? Surely Sammy, myself and Jermain all knew where this was going.
I looked over at him. His large frame took up almost half of the sofa. He spread his legs wide, almost like he was packing a huge dick...and well...he was, obviously. My mind whirled with the discussions of the last few days. His admittance that he'd done this before. Sammy's apparent naivety. My own stupidity. Emotions fought against each other inside me. But, in the end, I wanted this. I wanted to see what Jermain's friends would do to her. Fuck, what had become of me.
There was a knock at the door and I jumped. My heart raced immediately. Was it time already?
"I'll get it," Sammy called from the kitchen. Well, she'd have to. Jermain made no attempt to stand and for some reason I had an immediate boner when the rapping happened.
"That'll be James," Jermain said.
"Do all your friends names start with J?" I asked nervously. Jermain actually let out a small laugh.
"No, just James. There'll be four of us. Me, James, Brad and Shane. Brad is leaving soon. He's finally secured a job here that comes with accommodation. I'm not sure..." he broke off almost emotionally. I cocked my head at him, then stopped and turned to the TV hoping he hadn't noticed. That was pure emotion from him. He cared that his friend was leaving.
Since he took control over Sammy, over me, I had kind of cast him as this unemotive slab. A person that just had sex with my girlfriend. The sudden show of emotion shook me and, small as it was, made me think that I might have misjudged him. In the end, how much did I really know of Jermain?
I was shaken from my thoughts by the sound of the door opening. There was muffled greetings. Then the door opened. My mouth dropped as Sammy walked in.
She knew what was happening. There was no question. Her long red hair was untamed, sliding down her shoulders in a waterfall. Her top, elegant, but enticing, was low cut and blue. She wore a skirt, too long to be considered slutty but short enough that it implied she expected it to be hiked up soon. She was stunning. A picture of gorgeousness. Cute freckles splattered over her face and eyes of the deepest brown.
Obviously, I'd known she was getting ready. She'd been home for a few hours now. I couldn't remember if she'd been at work or just shopping? Fuck, it was all a blur.
A black man walked in behind her. He was shorter than Jermain, bald with sharp, manly features. He had been wearing sunglasses, which he whipped off as he entered. His eyes shot up shortly after removing then, but I saw that they had been gazing as Sammy's ass before they did.
"Jermain!" Exclaimed the new arrival.
"Shane, what the fuck?" Replied Jermain, standing with shock on his face. "You're always the last to arrival."
"Piss off," he replied. "Your last day. I can't be late now of all days," the two men clasped forearms. Genuine warmth was etched across their face. I shook my head slightly and stood. "You are our benefactor for the evening?" Shane directed to me.
"Y-yes," I stammered, "Nice to meet you".
"Good you meet you," he said, clasping my forearm just under the elbow despite me going for a handshake, "Thank you for having us. Can't tell you what it means to me and the boys." I smiled at the man. He was very affable. His smile was genuine and reached ear to ear.
He plonked himself down next to Jermain and grabbed a beer from the pack on the coffee table, giving a token, "May I?" as he did so.
Jermain and I made eye contact but nothing was said.
"Your misses is gorgeous," Shane said as he cracked open his beer. He gave a disarming wink to me, before looking at the TV, "Too bad Arsenal are shit," he said with a disapproving shake of the head that told me he supported Arsenal. His English was outstanding. You'd have believed he was a native Brit.
Jermain laughed. They talked about football for a few minutes while I disengaged. Two more men to arrive. Sammy had disappeared after letting Shane in. She didn't seem too worried about what was going on. Part of me wanted to go and confront her. Scream at her that Jermain knew what he was doing. But I didn't. I sat and stared at the football until the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Sammy shouted.
'Obviously' I thought, looking over at the other two men chatting and laughing away, four crumpled up beer cans at their feet.
The next man that came in did not have Shane's decorum. His hand was actively on Sammy's ass, guiding her into the room. He, as if in opposite to Shane, had long braided hair down to his shoulder's. His skin wasn't as dark as the other two, as much as I wished I didn't pick up on that, which made me feel like he wasn't from the same place. Sammy was giggling as she came in. I hadn't heard what was said but she made eye contact with me as she entered. As if seeing the caution on my face, she put a loving hand on my shoulder as I rose. The other two didn't this time but let out a "Waaaaaay" as the new man entered.
"Fucking fit isn't she?" The man said as Sammy left. The other two laughed.
"Oh, just you wait," Jermain said with a grin, although the grin flickered away slightly, not enough to notice, when he met my eyes. "This is James."
James, pronounced Ha-mes by the way, took me by the hand. "Hello," he said although his interest didn't seem thorough. He took a seat next to the other two. This time I followed Sammy out into the kitchen.
